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Bluekit sat outside a hollow in a wide moor. They're taking a very long time... The last she'd heard of her parents Brightshade and Hollyfrost was when they'd left her and promised they'd be back soon. She'd been born a far way from here, and had no idea why her mother and father had left her. She was sure they'd be back here soon, she was just worried about the strong scent of cat. Maybe they were friendly? She hadn't gone inside, and was hoping no-cat would come out. She shook her white pelt and dared to stare down into the hollow at a bunch of organized cats. What was all that?

Ravenwing sat impatiently for the rest of the dawn patrol. They're always so slow, she thought. Her former apprentice, Heatherpelt, bounced up to her. "which border should we patrol?," the brown she-cat asked excitedly. Ravenwing's ears twitched in annoyance. Heatherpelt had been a warrior for a full moon and still relied on her former mentor for guidance. "You're leading this patrol, you decide," the black she-cat replied. "Umm.....I guess we'll patrol the Riverclan border," Heatherpelt said thoughtfully. "Fine," Ravenwing shot back. The other cats on the patrol had gather around to listen. Feeling ashamed, Ravenwing stared down at her paws. "Let's go," Heatherpelt said, a prick of anger in her voice.

When the patrol emerged from camp, a new scent hit Ravenwing's mouth. She turned to where it was coming from. Her jaw dropped. Huddled at the edge of the hollow was a little white kit.

Owleyes trudged miserably back to camp. "Stupid rogues," He muttered, shaking out his reddish brown fur. He was dripping wet and had lost his prey. "That's the last time I go out hunting alone." He huffed, plodding down the hill toward camp. He blinked some water out of his unusually large and yellow eyes. He could see a border patrol just outside of camp. I'll make sure they head over by Riverclan's border and look into those rogues, he thought. After being pushed into the river and stolen from though, he just wanted someone to go teach the trio of rogues a lesson. "Hey, Heatherpelt! He called, padding up to the she-cat. "While you're out, could you head over to the Riverclan border? Some rogues just attacked me over there. Took my kill and pushed me in the river." He explained, giving his dripping chest a few quick licks. "Im sure Ravenwing wouldn't mind a fight," He teased, knowing the two she-cats had been butting heads for a few days. He turned his large round eyes to the other she-cat, intending to make sure she knew he was joking, but ended up not saying anything. Because, like Ravenwing, he was startled to see a tiny kit sitting outside their camp. It stood out starkly against the moor with its bright fluffy white pelt. He knew all Windclan's kits, and that was not one of them.

Ravenwing was frozen with astonishment. A kit? From another clan? Here? Where are its parents? Questions raced through her mind. "Heatherpelt, come over here," she managed to spit out. The light brown she-cat bounded over. "Did you need....what!," she exclaimed. Ravenwing rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. No need to alert the whole camp," the black warrior said. "Well, what should we do with it?," Heatherpelt asked. Ravenwing thought for a moment. "The warrior code says that we are to care for any kit, no matter what clan it's from. So we take it in to camp, feed it, and wait for its mother to come get it," She said. "And what if its mother doesn't come get it?," Heatherpelt asked. "I don't know," Ravenwing said slowly.

Owleyes stepped forward a little, fluffing his wet fur a little. "Some cat needs to take your patrol out to Riverclan border to get those rogues before they become a bigger issue, and Im certainly not, not while Im soaked to the bone." He said, crouching down to look at the kit on its own level, hoping he didn't look too scary. "I can take the little cutie into camp, if that's alright with the big bad she-cats in control," He made a goofy face at the kit, trying to be friendly, before standing to look at Ravenwing and Heatherpelt.

"Okay, let's go!," Heatherpelt said with excitement in her voice. Hmmm, maybe I should stay back and help with this kit, Ravenwing thought. "Are you coming," Heatherpelt called irritably. Or maybe not The black warrior padded after the patrol, hoping Owleyes could handle the task himself. That kit could be trouble, since it was from a different clan.

The red brown warrior watched the others race off, shivering a little in the cold air. He sighed, knowing Heatherpelt was itching for a fight, which was really the last thing they needed in this season. But, the rogues had to be scared off before they became a huge problem. "That patrol is going to come back with a few scratches." He said softly. "But, at least they will chase off those rogues. I will certainly be glad when they do, I really don't like being pushed in the river." He turned to the tiny kit, crouching down to get a better look at it. "Well, little one. I bet you've been sitting out here a while. Would you like to come into camp and warm up a little, maybe have something to eat? Im sure youre probably waiting for some cat to come back for you, but I don't think they would mind if you come in, where its safe and warm. Do you have a name?" He kept his voice soft and gentle, blinking his large eyes at the bundle of white fur.

As the dawn patrol reached the Riverclan border, the strong scent of rats hit Ravenwing's mouth. Rouges, she thought irritably. The patrol looked around, sensing that they were near. Stealthily, a trio of small, muscular cats stepped out of a near by patch of heather. "Don't take another step," one cat said, "Or we'll do to you what we did to that other clan cat." Owleyes, Ravenwing thought. Heatherpelt smirked and took another step toward the group of rouges. A slender brown she-cat growled and leaped onto the young warrior back. Suddenly everyone was fighting. In a flash there was an orange tom holding Ravenwing down. The black warrior's fighting instincts kicked into action. Using her powerful hind legs, she flung him off, but he quickly regained his balance and swiped at her muzzle. Pained seared through Ravenwing's face, making her furious. She flung herself at the tom and battered his stomach hard with her hind legs, while holding him down with her front legs. The tom heaved her off and ran toward the river. Ignoring the pain in her muzzle, she leaped onto a spotted tom that was biting into Heatherpelt's flank. She raked her claws down his side pushing him over as she did so. But before Ravenwing could leap on him again, he ran in the direction of where the brown she-cat and orange tom were waiting. As the trio took off running, Heatherpelt yelled, "And you better not come back!" Rolling her eyes, Ravenwing trotted slowly back to camp.

Owleyes flicked his ears, listening to the distant yowls of a fight taking place. With any luck, those rogues would not come back and cause more trouble. But considering the fact they had taken the extra effort to push him into the chilly river, he figured they would be back to cause as much mayhem as possible.

Slowly, Ravenwing padded back to the Windclan camp. I can't believe Heatherpelt challenged them like that, she thought. The black she-cat quickened her pace until she fell into step with the young warrior. "Next time I would suggest trying to persuade them to leave instead of trying to persuade them to attack," she murmured into the brown she cat's ear. Heatherpelt glared at her and sped ahead, disappearing into the camp.